By Abe V Rotor
Eternity it seemed through the years,
Until the clock stopped,
Dark clouds hid the tears,
Heads bowed, uncapped.
To many patients grown and young,
Her short life she gave,
Her healing hands unsung -
Countless at her grave.
In Job's shadow she found peace,
For victory isn't only for the fit,
The spirit soars, the pain to ease...
Only Heaven's the limit
Make haste while the essence
Of Job is fresh memory trove;
She lives with urgent sense -
In suffering, sweeter is love.
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